For some time I’ve been working on a notion that one way or another we are all thieves. Sometimes willingly, sometimes incidentally, but we’ve all stolen something. I just can’t prove it yet.
Years ago I was employed at an art supply distribution center. The impetus is difficult to recall, but at some point a few days in I set a goal for myself: I would steal one rubberband for every day I worked there. Continue reading →
A couple years back I was at my friend’s practice space in the city and we recorded a little acoustic demo of mine called “Love Is A Social Construct, Baby.” You can hear said demo at Soundcloud, but what I want to talk about right now are the words (which you can read in their entirety at Soundcloud as well). In the last verse I have a bit that goes like this:
Wait a minute now here’s the truth, not to put to fine a point on it
But, I’ll buy you flowers, I’ll write you love songs
Here’s a sonnet get that bee out of your bonnet
I like it. It’s not rocket science or mind blowing. As we were listening to the playback, my friend Jared asked me to clarify the words for him. It turns out they are remarkably similar to some words from the chorus of “Birdhouse In Your Soul” by They Might Be Giants: